For a long time after that, the three of them did not say a word.
Yet that seemingly somewhat strange atmosphere did not make any of them feel that something was wrong. Yu Wenye even rose to his feet, walked alone in silence to another window, pushed it open and leaned on the railing, and the remaining two merely watched him without saying anything more.
In fact, they all understood in their hearts that it was an unspoken—envy.
The three of them were all born into an official family; even if their fathers' ranks differed in height, their status in importance, they had never gone hungry from childhood to now, much less treated grain as a matter of life and death like the countless common folk beneath their feet.
But, to be born in a time of chaos—how could one not understand this?
